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──her best friend’s reaction made her laugh, and she looked at her as a sigh escaped her lips; exasperated and slightly dramatic —but that is Honey for you when she is trying to make a vision come to life and feels stressed. “I know,” she scrunched up her face again, “atrocious”. she clicked on a different item on the page, then turned to Alice again. “I want crystal Christmas trees, but anything I come across looks cheap, and I cannot have those up at Nirvana…” she made a little face. “also, I don’t wanna make all the work and do it from scratch, because it’s so last minute…” which, she shouldn’t have left it for so late, it was her fault —who did she expect to care about it, Hunter? “I want it to look like, magic wonderland; with crystals, and glass ornaments…” it was hard to put her vision in words when she also had found so little stuff she wanted to show Alice what she had in mind, more or less.

⸻ Alice finally arrived at home after an exhausting day. She was a little bit in a bad mood because her ex-boyfriend Kassius texted her only to vex her. As if he hadn't done enough to her and now he is in town. She sighed deeply, and rested her body on the door, when her housemate, a voice echoed. ❛ What is that? ❜ She says as she throws her purse on the armchair, and sits next to Honey.

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──reading was not one of Honey’s hobbies; she likes it, but hardly has time for it —and she would sheepishly admit that she would prefer to watch a movie or go out than read a book most of the time. the main reason she would visit the bookstore was to get gifts for friends and family, or cute little stationery stuff for her office ( both for the one at home and the one at Nirvana ). she walked into the store having a few ideas of what she’d need in mind, idly browsed the books on display for a few moments as she walked around a little —for the times she had been there she had a general idea of where each section was located— when she stumbled upon Oscar dancing to the music. a smile adorned her lips and without thinking too much, she joined in; body moving in perfect sync to the music as she twirled and moved —why disturb the man when she could join it?

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Where - novelty book shop

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It had been a pretty slow at work but Oscar didn't mind. He had some pretty chill music on, right now jazz, in particular swing, was playing through the small portable speaker that was tucked away in one of the shelves in the store. It was somehow quiet but loud enough to just be heard throughout the entire small bookstore. He had wiped, dusted and rearranged more times than he could count by the time lunchtime came about. As around 3pm ticked over he was losing himself into the music maybe a little too much. He was walking down the Fantasy section when In The Mood by Glen Miller started playing. The next thing Oscar knew he was dancing around, kicking his feet and sliding on the floor with his arms stretched out, not even hearing the bell above the door go off, alerting him someone had just walked in.

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──if there is one thing Honey has a love-hate relationship with that is decorating; she loves shopping, coming up with ideas, envisioning what she wants the outcome to look like, and at the very same time, she is indecisive, picks one thing then gets excited about the other, doesn’t like how things are coming out or maybe she does and she is always bound to have a mental break down halfway through. after Hunter basically abandoned her with the simple suggestion to get someone to do it because he is not putting up with this again, she sat on the dining table, mumbling and rage shopping ( adds to cart, removes, then adds more; cancel check out because she got a random idea; it’s the process ). she calls out a hey, when she noticed Alice coming home and then made a face at the screen for she can’t find what she wants.

“do you have a second to help me out?” she turns her head to give Alice a puppy-eye look in hopes of upping her chances of getting a yes. ( @lapagliaalice )

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──if there is one thing that Honey loves that’s an event; if it means music, people, or drinks, then she is very much in —add in the fact that this was a Christmas event, and she was even more excited and enthusiastic about it. any excuse for her to dress up a little fancy. and it didn’t disappoint either, giving her lots of gorgeous shots for her vlogs and social media stories and videos. she got off her phone with one of her besties and slipped it in her pocket, wondering if they would have a booth to have her face painted, something like a reindeer, preferably; still considering what she wanted to try out first as she pulled out a little flash to spike her hot chocolate drink with some bailey’s when someone called her name and she turned to greet them resulting in her stumbling right against Logan’s back. eyes widened, half surprised half shocked. feeling her hot drink spilling over her hand snapped her out of it and she immediately panicked, thinking she had ruined someone’s evening. thankfully not a drop had fallen on the man. “I am so sorry…” she began, a sweet, apologetic smile adorning her lips —she is not confrontational and she hoped they wouldn’t argue with her. “I should have been paying attention,” she shook her head; she was so easily distracted sometimes.

Logan rarely ever got out of his apartment if it wasn't for work or maybe a trip to the local library but after much internal debate he had decided to go to the country club for the holiday mingle event that had flyers advertised all over town for what felt like forever. As he walked into the country club he looked around, gobsmacked. It was absolutely gorgeous. He hadn't felt very christmas-y in some years but at that moment that was as close as he felt to an older version of himself. "This looks incredible," he mumbled to himself before sliding his hands into his pockets and stepping into the room a little more. As he began to walk toward the group of people he sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. For a moment he looked back at the door and thought to head out but instead slipped his left hand out of his pocket and placed it just below his sternum trying to keep his anxiety at bay. Thankfully someone walked past him with a tray of drinks. Grabbing a class of whiskey he took a sip, more trying to keep his hands busy rather than drinking to drink.

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──there is something about her, she can’t tell exactly but she somehow always ends up being the life of a party; perhaps the endless bundles of energy she has, or how much she just loves being out and mingling. taking her cocktail from the bar, she finds herself stepping right next to Crumb, an easy smile forming on her rosy lips at the words; she is still half awkward around him sometimes —especially after having had a few drinks— but she is hoping that she does an excellent job at masking it. “that does sound like a hell of more fun,” she nods, taking a sip of her drink and then, laughs a little as she turns to him again. “but, to be fair, I would involve alcohol; nothing beats coloring, chocolate, and good wine,” she half mused the last words; now that would make a fun date.

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" It's kind of unfair, isn't it? The kids getting a whole tent dedicated to coloring and crafts and yet all the adults get is alcohol. " Crumb swishes the inch of beer that remains in his glass around and around. He'll likely never finish it. It's gone warm, and he should've stopped a glass and a half ago anyway. Now he's stuck mingling with the locals until he's sober enough to drive home and mingle with his pillows and blankets. " Don't get me wrong, the beveraginos have been delicious, it's just, you know. " A shrug. " What if I wanted to color and eat Hershey's kisses out of a decorative bowl all night? "

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🍯 — Honey Anne Lavere

name — honey anne lavere nickname(s) — hon, sweets age — thirty day of birth / sign — October 15th / libra gender / pronouns — cis female / she, her sexual orientation — bi height — 1,72m occupation — influencer / socialite / co-owner of nirvana residence — beachwood birthplace ⏤ manhattan, new york

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KYLIE VERZOSA as JOSIE BABY BOY, BABY GIRL

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——Honey hummed, nodding a little. “this does sound like a lovely idea, to be frank…” a part of her felt like something would be missing from her birthday celebrations since her best friend couldn’t come to her party, so perhaps she couldn’t have a quieter one, with good friends and close friends surrounding her; a themed party, of course, no doubt about that —there was still time to think about that before making a final decision though. “and you know, I feel bad that Neva wouldn’t be able to come,” she sighed, making a face; and then laugher fell from her lips. “I love the idea!” Honey exclaimed excitedly. “oh, Violet babes, you have the best ideas!” her birthday is sooner than Halloween, but still close enough to not make it weird if it was Halloween-themed. “Disney Villains,” she laughed, already thinking she could go as Cruella.

"No no, I am not commandeering this conversation! Besides, I don't want to do anything big for my birthday. Just spend time with the people I love. That's fine for me right now. You are the one we should be focusing on." It was strange, normally Violet would love to talk about herself and her birthday. But one; it would be pretty rude to Honey and two; she didn't really feel excited for her birthday. Easier to help her friend. "True but it's drinking cocktails and dancing to Dua Lipa, not fruit punch and the Jonas Brothers. "Ohh a Halloween theme could be so fun! Like have everyone come as their fave scary movie killer. Or a Final Girls! When you give a more specific theme, people tend to follow it better."

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——Honey’s warm gaze rested on her best friend’s face, looking at her intently and in silence as she listened to her input. it prompted her to ponder what she really wanted, and the answer was clear to her, but she was still scared that Karmen would run away or ghost her and she would lose their friendship, too, and her from her life in all. laughter fell from her lips at Neva’s teasing, and it did make her feel a little better in regards to how she was viewing the whole subject. In fairness, she knew that her best friend could sometimes give her some tough love, but she always knew what to say to help her clear her head and get out from her overthinking ( negatively, at that ) a situation. “I know what I want,” she declared a moment after, her gaze unwavering. “but I just…” trailing off, she toyed with the strings of her shirt. “people don’t usually pick me, Neva…” she shrugged, even though it felt like it was the truth; it had happened enough times for her, and even though some would say it is also her fault for developing crushes easily, that would also be a lie. Honey might come off as flirty and overly friendly, and she is to an extent, but it takes a while for her to get a crush on someone; she is not as frivolous as many people think. and she is also a little more romantic than she lets on. “we have been on..dates,” she mused, looking back at her friend, meeting her gaze. “some galas, dinner at a restaurant…” and it had only helped reinforce her case.

a smile formed on her lips at the following question. “you know Elliot,” she gave her best friend a look, they had already been best friends with Neva when she and Elliot dated and, of course, Neva was aware that the only reason they had broken up was because of their busy, overbearing schedules at that time that also conflicted with one another and left them with nearly not enough time to invest in a relationship. “but no matter my feelings for him, which I think it is something that won’t change….you know?” he will always love Elliot in a way, she misses him too, that is also no lie. “I want Karmen…”

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 silence to ponder the situation. She had been in her shoes in regard to not wanting a valuable friendship. This is exactly what happened to her and Ryan until she decided to give a chance for happiness. Nowadays, they are married and it is about to be new parents. ❛ Ohh, I see… ❜ She refers to talking about other topics when the 'damage' was done. Upon her next question… ❛ Possibly. I don't know how long you two know each other or if you two are into 'get to know each other' phase. ❜ Neva isn't aware if they were 'new friends' or 'old ones' to get in touch. ❛ Anyone who doesn't know you well might think you were drunk even if you knew everything you did the day after. 'cuz self explanatory, you two are getting to know each other. But… ❜ In life, there is always a 'buts'…

❛ The only way to figure out your sentiments towards her is to go to more dates that don't involve clubbing or parties. And be transparent like you are to me, telling her the truth when you have certainty about your 'crush' and do not commit Alina's mistake again. Because if you commit like three times the same error I will assume you're a masochist. ❜ She jests with the last phrase, trying to smooth her worries. ❛ And trust me you will feel better putting everything out to her after your final decision. ❜ Neva explained.

She held her beautiful pair of brown eyes as she went on with the story, more… Decisions for a better of lack words for it. An ex. ❛ Do you feel the desire to do a revival with your ex? ❜ She chuckles softly. ❛ What a plot twist. Ok, ok… I don't think I have more valuable advice for you. Honestly, going for what your heart wants, sounds clichée but it is the truth. ❜ When Honey went on and said everything she wanted to say. ❛ Well, the only thing that lives from the past is a museum. If in this present moment, you feel balance for them, this means… Your story with them is never fully finished. Who is they? Do I know them? ❜

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——a smile easily tugged on the brunette’s lips as the other accepted her help; people often did not expect her to be so forward in offering her assistance, or even to be so easy to talk to in general, given her large following base that only grew, rapidly. millions of people follow her on her social media platforms, and she is more often recognized than not now, and still she remains the same laid-back, true-to-herself person she had always been —of course, she grows as a person, learns, but never strays from her true character to upkeep an image. and that is how Honey has been; chatty and bubbly, easygoing, loves to meet new people or offer her help, especially to those she is friendly with. “I go off by aesthetic, solely,” she warned them with an airy, light laugh. though, she has a good eye for it, if her posts on social could bear testimony to it; she often did that herself instead of letting an assistant take care of it, she liked that creative part of her work, too.

stepping closer to the other, Honey glanced into the basket that Rosie held. “oh, Halloween-y autumn decor!” she exclaimed, and then reached inside to take one of the skeletons into her hand, giggling a little at it. she toyed idly with it in her hands as she listened to the other speaking of the vision. head tilting to the side as her warm honey eyes drifted from her discussant to the, now, empty window, trying to envision how it could come to life. “won’t book be part of the decorations, so to speak?” she inquired as she looked back at her friend, still working on how they could best make it work.

“I would suggest we could go now and grab some little pumpkins, too, and some pampas grass in orange-y and brown tones…” she could already start to see how they could make it work for a very aesthetic set-up ( the kind that people would want to take photos of ). she hummed and then clapped her hands as best she could, still holding one of the plastic skeletons. “okay, maybe we can start and then get the extras we will need?” the influencer proposed —in truth, she did not have this much free time to spare when she walked in, but now she was invested, aside of the fact that she also wouldn’t let Rosie hanging after she said she would help them.

the  pensive  pout  within  rosie's  brow  disappeared  when  they  noticed  honey  was  the  one  walking  by.  having  first  discovered  her  through  her  digital  space,  rosie  never  thought  that  they'd  be  able  to  say  they  were  on  good  terms  with  an  influencer,  much  less  have  an  actual  —  could  it  be  called  friendship,  rosie  was  shy  when  it  came  to  that  kind  of  thing.  shyer  than  their  perceived  personality  might  provide.  but  regardless  of  occupation,  their  natural  need  to  draw  people  in  overrode  their  previous  perspectives.  the  bold  proposal  was  welcomed  in  the  face  of  an  issue  which  rosie  knew  wasn't  a  big  deal,  but  that  in  these  silences,  when  left  to  their  own  thoughts,  would  make  into  a  massive  balloon  needing  to  be  popped. 

focusing  on  these  things  also  provided  more  ease  than  considering:  what  if  i  had  a  partner  to  help  me?  it  disheartened  them.  not  just  professional,  but  in  other  avenues.  this  did  not  reflect  in  their  outward  words.  “please!  i  have  zero  experience,  so  you  are  totally  rad  for  offering  your  eye,  as  per.”  rosie  habitually  dropped  the  endings  from  words,  attempting  to  project  themself  back  into  the  mid  -  nineties  vernacular.  it  was  tubular  and  all  that.  with  some  modernised  twists  here  and  there.  perhaps  they  could  copyright  them  as  rosie'isms?  honey  must  have  some  too.  rosie  -  honey  ‘  isms.  new  business  model?  anyways.  “okay,  so  here’s  what  i'm  working  with  for  now.  but  i  was  so  planning  on  going  to  the  craft  store  and  to  the  florist  too.”  rosie  took  the  wicker  basket  of  randomised  decorations  and  held  it  against  their  waist,  a  step  closer  to  honey  so  that  she  could  see  the  array:  wire  ‘scary’  trees,  plastic  skeletons  that  looked  like  candies,  pinecones.  assortment  of  fake  flowers  for  the  feel  of  the  colours,  most  in  orange  and  yellow,  some  brown.  black  ribbon.  “this  is  just  trying  to  figure  out  colours.  i  want  red  somewhere  in  here  without  it  being  like,  blood  spill  from  scream!  the  options  are  so.”  they  trailed  this  off.  “i  think  what  gets  to  me  is,  i  absolutely  want  to  use  this  glass  window,  but,  i  gotta  keep  room  for  the  books.”

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SHAY MITCHELL photographed for Maybelline 2024